Fear not, Jazzfanz, for I overheard the following comments while consuming ale amidst a mass of Brooklyn fans:
“Why doth this man from the frozen landmass of Eurasia, Sir Svi the Unpronounceable, continue to hurl the globe into the goal from far away, rendering such a volume of 3-pointers?”
“Thy Tank is on, Sons of Brooklyn.”
“Even vacant the non-defending Keyonte Darnell “King” George, we cannot throw the ball into the goal enough times to slay thy Jazz.”
“The lumbago-suffering Benjamin David Simmons was able to garner 10 assists, 15 points, yet we lament in failure.”
“Lo! The decision to not play Ziarie Williams cost us the contest.”